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Sunday, February 26, 2012

Winter Weltschmerz: An Essay on Regina Spring

Weltschmerz.Chapfallen, I gaze at the Impark snow below from my 6th floor kitchen window.These last days near Winter end I’m tholling it, save for the bestirring of my blog, of course.This morning I need to advert to my blog, I need to anticipate Spring.

The green of Spring is truly the catharsis of our white Wintertime clime. The coming of Spring serves up a caboodle of adventure in my downtown of Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada.Following is a cook’s tour of just five sunshine delights that shall burst from the salvo of Springtime .

First.I get to peddle my phat green bicycle with the fat black and white tires around and around Wascana Park.Wascana Park is the second largest urban park in North America. (Stanley Park in Vancouver is larger; Central Park in New York is smaller.)Wascana Park is where a daily colubrine of people walk their Fidos and Towsers, where laughing children feed the honking geese along the shore, where the Harley riders gather and parley by the fountain, and where the steel statue of our Queen rides nowhere while seated high upon her horse.

Second.I get to go for Good Earth Americano Decafs with my nephew, Brad, to languidly sip in the outdoor Fred Hill Mall.In Winter we always talk hockey (Brad used to scout for the Chicago Blackhawks); in Summer we talk everything but hockey, especially including American and urban politics and the lively daily downtown bands.The pedestrian only Fred Hill Mall is a collage of consumers and bouquets spread out upon red and grey cobblestones.And now having a newly constructed Downtown Plaza conjoined to both the Fred Hill Mall and Victoria Park, downtown Regina is dazzling.

Third.I get to stroll over to the Mercury Café for some smothered golden fries to be somothered in vinegar and ketchup and washed down with a vanilla shake.The Mercury Café is a replication of a 60’s diner, its red and silver décor presenting a nostalgic gray and white photo of the 13th Avenue Safeway past (looking quite like the Safeway present).To find the Mercury on 13th Avenue, just look for the shining rocket on the rooftop.

Fourth.I get to lift weights at the University of Regina whatever time I choose, every day.We have been lifting weights at the university since my son was 15 years old (he’s soon to be 31). In Summer I have at least 50 days vacation, and so committing to such a lifting regimen is simple (simple not to be considered synonymous with easy).

Fifth.I get to busk!Wherever there's a ruck of consumers is where I'll be: the Extra Foods parking lot on Broadway Avenue, the Safeway parking lot on 13th Avenue, the Value Village parking lot on Broad Street, the Shoppers parking lot on Broad Street, and of course, Victoria Park, the Downtown Plaza and the Fred Hill Mall.

The esemplastic power of my Springtime imaginings has temporarily cured my Wintertime Weltschmerz. I shall now, in raised spirits, retreat to my studio of Buskology (my living room) and pen a summer song, of which I already have the snappy title, Braylon’s Sombrero.

And to part, as we affectionately bade our farewells in the buskerhood ... Stay tuned.

3 comments:

Now you have done it, you have unleashed the leviathon that requires spring flowers, new leaves on the willows in Willow Park and of course the plethora of coffee shops that will sprawl into the open air cavaities that now boast sunshine and the warmth of the new season. I am happy for you unleashing the leviathon, merci beaucoup.

And just now I arrived at the Safeway in the Village after a great day of skiing to be greeted by the celestial busker, a sure sign that warmer weather and the great Canadian summer is soon to be enjoyed. Neil this is why I love living in the core - living, playing, shopping, eating and celebrating life and we have the best busker - ever. Awwww! It does not get much better, oiu!

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Missouri (next to Jesse James); I've been shot off a horse while
crossing Notekeu Creek; I've ridden across 27 sections of Turkey Track
Ranch to meet a girl at a rodeo in Herbert, Saskatchewan.
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